You: The relief Cecil felt when he turned the key to his apartment was unparalleled, and he threw his things into the closet as he walked pass. He could feel the day's exhaustion catch up to him in his eyes and he walked right past the kitchen and straight to the couch, letting himself fall onto his stomach with a dramatic sigh that would've been for show if it weren't for his current state.

Stranger: Carlos had been eager to see Cecil come home, and was nearly done supper when he heard the door shut and a most decidedly unhappy sound. Carlos frowned and turned down the heat, twiddling his thumbs as he came around the corner into the living room to look Cecil over, "Oh, Cecil, Sweetie, what's wrong?"

You: Cecil turned to look at Carlos, and offered a short low hum. "I've... never had a more exhausting day. I don't know what's wrong, but I keep finding recordings of me I've never made, explaining things that've never happened. I'm just... uh... existentially troubled."

Stranger: "Oh, dear." Carlos tutted his tongue nervously and made his way around to kneel beside the couch, his hand running slow over Cecil's back. "That's awful, I'm so sorry, oh..." he didn't know quite what to do or how to comfort him.

You: Cecil instantly felt better with the contact, and he sighed, reaching up to take his glasses off to rub at his eyes. "It really is. Did you not listen tonight? I dealt with it the whole show."

Stranger: Shit, shit shit. Carlos sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Baby, I got out of work early and I've been making dinner." he grit his teeth, I'm sorry, if I'd known you were unhappy I'd have tried to be there."

You: "No, it's fine. I'd much rather not stress you with these things. You're not obligated to listen every week." He moved his head back to the back of the couch, and blindly reached out for Carlos, ending up placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's fine."

Stranger: "I should have been there." Carlos took Cecil's hand off his shoulder into his, rubbing his thumbs over Cecil's knuckles. "I'm sorry. Do you want to just cuddle on the couch and I'll bring you supper?"

You: Cecil twisted on the couch to lay on his back, and nodded. "Yeah, yes, please. What're you making? It smells yummy."

Stranger: "Soup!" he smiled and raised up to his feet, "Veggies and hamburger, do you want some cheese and crackers on top?" Carlos felt better, knowing he was helping. He grabbed the tv blanket and laid it over Cecil's legs.

You: Cecil nodded, and pulled the blanket up higher as he curled in on himself. He followed Carlos with his gaze as he left for the kitchen. "I just don't know what's causing all these random recordings," he shouted into the other room. "Like, it's me on the tapes. It's me. But... I mention having a brother and interning at the station... None of that happened."

Stranger: "It could be something else imitating you?" Carlos ladled the soup into two bowls, crumbling crackers and shredded cheese on top to melt in. "Or a complete fake, something trying to mess with you?" he carried the bowls back to the living room, sitting them on the coffee table and sitting again on the floor next to Cecil.

You: "Doesn't that sound too elaborate, though? It's... The only one I could think who knew me well enough to do that is Earl. But he would never..." Cecil sat up crosslegged and took the bowl from Carlos. "He would never," he repeated, a little quieter.

Stranger: Carlos sighed, "Never." he blew on a spoonful, still thinking. There was another obvious answer, but Carlos didn't think they could handle that tonight. "Do you want to try and solve it, or try and relax, tonight?"

You: Cecil sighed, shrugging. "Relax..." he said, after a moment, almost stubbornly. Cecil wanted answers; it was his job to want answers. Still, he knew he would overwhelm himself if he dug too deep. He slumped against the couch and ate in silence for a few moments, just enjoying Carlos's quiet company.

Stranger: "Okay." That relaxed Carlos already, he could do relax. He could do it. He had, admittedly, been on edge since Cecil came home. They hadn't gone through the welcome home ritual, but he could get over it. He'd put away Cecil's things later. "So, we're going to eat up, then I'm going to run the bath, okay?"

You: Cecil nodded, and reached over to pat the seat next to him. "Come sit, the floor looks uncomfortable. A bath sounds nice, so long as you join me..."

Stranger: Carlos snorted a laugh and stepped up, sitting next to Cecil and laying his head on his shoulder. "I thought we wanted to relax you, Baby, not get worked up again." he kissed Cecil's cheek. "I love you."

You: Cecil moved closer, smiling. "That's a different type of getting worked up that I don't mind as much."

Stranger: "Later, later." Carlos relaxed into Cecil and took another spoonful, "This is really good." he mumbled.

You: Cecil nodded, eating another bite. "It is, yeah. You need to make more soup. You're good at it."

Stranger: Carlos smiled, falling into domesticity. "I like cooking for you. I like providing for my boyfriend." he sat his bowl on the coffee table and slid his hand through Cecil's hair. "I just want you well." he murmured soft.

You: Cecil relaxed, leaning up into the touch. His eyes slipped closed and he almost instinctively pressed closer. "You're not making it easier for me to be less eager about taking a bath with you, you know."

Stranger: "Shush, you're relaxing." Carlos ventured a kiss to Cecil's jaw, smiling against the skin. "Just relax."

You: Cecil reached up and placed a hand on Carlos's chest, for support, and tilted his head back to grant Carlos better access.

Stranger: Carlos giggled softly, "We should eat, I didn't get a big lunch." he nipped at Cecil's throat.

You: Cecil hummed in reply, the hand on Carlos's chest snaking up to the base of his neck. "After..."

Stranger: "I-" the upset of schedule closed Carlos' chest for a moment, but he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Fine, after, okay."

You: Cecil leaned back, noticing the shift in Carlos's mood. "Oh, we don't have to, if it's too much of a change. We can eat first."

Stranger: Carlos shook his head, "No! No, it's okay, it's just-" he tried to laugh, "Can you pick up your bag? And I'll put the food in the fridge, and maybe we should have water first, and then we can go to our room?"

You: Cecil nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to Carlos's cheek before getting up to properly put his things away, intending to meet Carlos in the kitchen.

Stranger: "Sorry!" Carlos sighed but tidied, putting their dinners and the left overs into the fridge in three containers and starting the dishwasher. When he finally felt finished, he turned around. "You shouldn't have to put up with me today, I'm sorry, thank you."

You: "This isn't putting up with you..." Cecil turned and took two glasses from the cabinet, handing one to Carlos.

Stranger: "Thank you." he repeated, filling a glass from the tap and taking a gulp. "Do you still want the bath?"

You: Cecil did the same, taking a long drink before nodding. "Yeah, I think it'll be nice. I can wash your hair."

Stranger: Caros smiled, the warmth filling his chest, "Do you wanna play with my hair tonight? Take care of me a little to calm down?"

You: Cecil put the glass down and reached up with one hand to thread into Carlos's perfect, perfect hair. "Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice. I... I want to make you feel good. Making you feel good, uh, would make me feel good."

Stranger: The soft touch, almost tug on his curls made Carlos sigh, he finished his glass in one more swallow and stole a kiss. "I'm going to run the tub."

You: Cecil left his hand suspended in the air for a second as Carlos stepped away, and he smiled, following. He leaned against the door to the bathroom to watch Carlos, already reaching up to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. "Oh! I just realized I forgot my glasses in the other room, I... can't see a thing. I came in to admire you, and here you are, just a blur."

Stranger: Carlos laughed, turning around and sliding his hands down his own chest, showing off to a blind man. "Go get them, goof." he walked over and pressed a kiss to Cecil's lips, close enough to let Cecil focus on his face. "Do you want any toys in the tub?"

You: Cecil squinted, almost comically too much, as Carlos got closer. "God, I'm so blind. Uh, if you want any, sure. I'm fine either way." He pushed himself up from leaning against the doorframe to go retrieve his glasses from the end table in the livingroom, hoping he would get to come back to catch Carlos mid-strip.

Stranger: Carlos did a bit of back-and-forth, but elected to not bother. If Cecil needed more later, they could do more later. He shucked his shirt and pulled out his packer, going straight into bedtime routine and rinsing it off in the sink.

You: Cecil stepped back in, having taken his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt completely on the way back to the bathroom. He stood and just watched for a moment, before reaching around Carlos's waist from behind and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

Stranger: "Oh!" Carlos grinned and leaned his neck to the side, "Would you like me to clean yours, Baby? Or should we hop in the bath?"

You: Cecil pressed his nose into the accessible space Carlos gave him, and pressed a kiss there. "Bath.. We'll, uh, clean up later."

Stranger: Another nod. "Okay, alright, one second." he laid his packer on the handtowel he kept by the sink for just such purpose, and turned around, running his hand down the bare slit of Cecil's chest. "You look so lovely."

You: Cecil immediately turned red, and practically melted against Carlos's touch. He could only sigh, and lean forward to kiss Carlos as if on autopilot.

Stranger: "Let's get in the tub, Sweetheart." Carlos slid his hands up, over Cecil's binder, and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. "Who's gonna take off this?" he slid one finger over the edge of his binder.

You: Cecil nodded, and reached down to undo the fly of his pants, before looking up at Carlos. "Oh, I can. We can pause here to strip all the way, I guess."

Stranger: Carlos smiled and stole another quick kiss before shoving his own jeans and briefs down with one clean movement, toeing out of his socks as he backed up towards the tub. "Come on."

You: Cecil finished up shortly after, stepping closer to hold the edge of the tub to step in.

Stranger: "Let me help you." Carlos mumbled, taking one of Cecil's hands to steady him as he stepped up into the bath and following close after, sitting himself in Cecil's lap. "May I massage your chest, Cece? That binder was on a long time."

You: Cecil let his head tip back against the edge of the tub. His cheeks were redder than he'd like to admit, and he tried to tell himself it was because of the hot water, but that was a lousy excuse. He nodded, and closed his eyes, placing his hands on Carlos's thighs.

Stranger: Carlos smiled at the sight, running his hands slowly over Cecil's chest before taking one side in each hand and softly rubbing, kneading, circling his nipples. "Poor sweet thing. You really need me tonight."

You: Cecil sighed, and arched his back to press up against Carlos's touch. He let out soft moans and words, nodding to show his agreement.

Stranger: "Beautiful." Carlos leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, then pulling away, "Is that sore?" the other side was still being rubbed under his wide thumb.

You: "No, it's good," Cecil said, almost whispering. He moaned softly. "It's so good."

Stranger: Carlos leaned back in, gently sucking until he had his mouth over the whole of Cecil's nipple, suckling softly and humming around it.

You: Cecil rolled his hips, feeling the water around him move, and he moved his hand off of Carlos's thigh to bring it between his legs, lazily touching himself.

Stranger: Carlos smiled around his mouthful and kept up the suction as he pulled up and off, letting Cecil's chest fall from his mouth and bounce once. "You feel good?"

You: Cecil nodded, still lazily circling a finger around his clit. "Yeah," he sighed. "I feel wonderful."

Stranger: "That's great, good, I love you." Carlos reached down to slide his own finger beside Cecil's, grinning.

You: Cecil let out a soft, breathy sound just to the left of a whimper, and let his head fall back once again. "I love you too," he whispered.

Stranger: "I want you to just let it go..." Carlos had one hand on Cecil's chest, the other working slow between his legs. "Relax, be my good boy, okay?"

You: Cecil moved his hand away from between his legs and trailed it up to his hair, gripping slightly. "Keep going but... I still want to wash it."

Stranger: Carlos nodded, slipping a touch further down and tracing his finger over Cecil's entrance, "Is this okay, Cece? May I...?" Carlos knew better than to assume when his own dysphoria was so sporadic and violent to him.

You: Cecil sat up, moving a few inches away from Carlos's hand, but almost desperately trying to move it back, nodding. "Yeah, yes, please. It's okay. Just- let me wash your hair."

Stranger: "What, first?" Carlos laughed softly and pulled his hands back. "Okay, alright, baby." he slid back.

You: Cecil moved with intentions to switch positions, with him in Carlos's lap. "And you can finger me while I do it. If you want." He reached up to run his fingers through Carlos's hair before getting it wet and starting to soap it up.

Stranger: Carlos liked that. He slid his hands once over Cecil's thighs, and waited until Cecil was concentrated on his hair before his fingers found Cecil's entrance again. "Thank you for taking care of me." he mumbled soft, leaning in and latching onto Cecil's nipple again.

You: Cecil faltered for only a second to moan softly before continuing, but then tensed up as Carlos leaned in, gripping tight onto his hair and moaning softly. "Wow, that's..." he trailed off, but he didn't need to finish, because the slow rocking of his hips said it all.

Stranger: Carlos smiled against Cecil's skin and stayed in place a moment more before pulling off, leaning his head up to kiss Cecil on the mouth. "Don't forget to scrub my scalp, please."

You: Cecil resumed scrubbing after a split second, and hoped that he could keep his composure enough to actually finish washing Carlos's hair. His hips continued to move, almost on their own, and he let out small, quiet sighs.

Stranger: Carlos' fingers kept up with each movement, targeting Cecil's g-spot to the point that it was nearly mean-spirited. He kissed Cecil once more before closing his eyes and leaning back in to suck at Cecil's other nipple.

You: Cecil released Carlos's hair, and trailed his hands down to rest at his shoulders, his fingers twitching with desperation. "Rinse? Please? I- I can't wait anymore."

Stranger: With one final nod, Carlos pulled away. He took his fingers out of Cecil so that when he leaned back, he could properly rinse with both hands. "You're being such a sweetheart for me tonight." he acknowledged, sitting back up and instantly getting his fingers on Cecil's clit, "I'm being a little mean with this game, but you're doing as I ask. "

You: Cecil ground down against Carlos's fingers, moaning softly. "Well, uh, you said to relax. I feel like I need to let go a little."

Stranger: "Of course, of course." he reached up to pull Cecil down into a kiss. "Are we washing your hair tonight? Or may I focus on you, now?"

You: Cecil considered it for a quick moment before shaking his head. "Uh, focus.. on me. Please."

Stranger: Carlos nodded, "Okay, Sweetheart, okay." He slid a finger back into Cecil. "Like that? Is that what you're begging me for?"

You: Cecil sighed, leaning in to press his cheek against Carlos's wet hair. He nodded, and moved his hips, completely disregarding the threat of water spilling over the edge of the tub.

Stranger: Carlos' other hand came down, allowing him to train fingers on Cecil's clit while two of the other hand slid in and out of him. "I love you." he mumbled.

You: Cecil moaned out, angling himself downward, closer to Carlos's eat so he could hear every breath and moan and sigh. "I love you too," he whispered in between soft moans.

Stranger: "How many times am I going to make you come tonight?" Carlos grinned against Cecil's neck and nipped softly, his hands speeding up.

You: "However- ah! However many times you want me to. I need it... I need you." Cecil cursed softly as Carlos sped up, his moans becoming more frequent.

Stranger: Carlos delighted in Cecil's little sounds. He turned his head, catching Cecil's mouth in another kiss. "Good boy, you're okay. You're okay, I've got you..." the circles around Cecil's clit ended and he pinched the length between his knuckles.

You: Cecil nodded along with Carlos's praise, and cried out as the entire sensation shifted. He clung onto Carlos tighter, feeling the growing feeling of him nearing the edge in the pit of his stomach.

Stranger: "It's okay, don't fight it, Cecil, it's okay, relax please." he squeezed his knuckles tight before loosening them and continuing his circles.

You: Cecil tried to relax, but as he grew more desperate to come, his hips stayed tensed, stuttering to gain any additional friction against Carlos's hand.

Stranger: "Shhh, shh, come on." Carlos let go of Cecil's clit, meeting his eyes. "You need to take a deep breath, Baby, should we go finish this in bed?"

You: Cecil whined and leaned back, his face flushed. And in an instant he was back in the moment, in the bathtub with Carlos. "Wh- Uh, yeah. Yes, please... Carlos, I need you."

Stranger: Carlos watched his face, trying to read him. "Do you want me now, or do you need another minute to calm down, and we can try again in bed?"

You: "I think I need a moment, yeah... Sorry I got so carried away there." He leaned away, keeping his hands on Carlos's shoulders.

Stranger: "No, that's just fine!" Carlos gave Cecil a light kiss and lifted him off his lap so that he could slip out from under him. "I need to put in some leave-in conditioner, I'll be two minutes, okay? You go lay down." Between his legs, Carlos' dick was straining with need, tight and dark with arousal. If he could have just a second alone to splash some cold water, Cecil needn't feel any guilt about it.

You: Cecil stood and rung out his hair before stepping out, drying off, and leaning down to press a kiss to Carlos's forehead before leaving. He made his way to the bedroom and sat, basking in the feeling of his bare skin against the soft sheets.

Stranger: As soon as he was alone, Carlos worked fast. He drained the tub and quickly ran through his hair routine, but.... damn it. Carlos would die of guilt if he even thought Cecil thought he needed attention. He grit his teeth and filled his hand with cold water in the sink, splashing some onto his face, and between his legs for good measure. Finally, Carlos wrapped himself in a towel and came out into their room. "Hey, Cece, how do you feel?"

You: Cecil had been watching the door, waiting, and he smiled when he saw Carlos. "I feel good. Warm... The blankets are nice." He shifted, spreading his legs almost nonchalantly, teasingly.

Stranger: "Good boy, okay." Carlos knelt at the side of the bed, finally letting go of the towel now that he was mostly hidden. "How do you feel about this?" Carlos reached up to wrap one hand around Cecil's thigh.

You: Cecil hummed softly, trying to resist the urge to shift Carlos closer. "I feel very good about that."

Stranger: Carlos smiled. "Scoot, I want to reach all of you." he smiled up at Cecil, licking his lips.

You: Cecil moved over, leaving enough room for Carlos, and spread his legs again. "Would you... do that again?"

Stranger: "Do what?" Carlos ran his hands slowly over Cecil's thighs, not willing to dive in until he'd collected any requests.

You: This time, he did lean into the touch, sighing. "That.. Just touching. For now. It's nice."

Stranger: Carlos felt his heart melt. "Oh, of course, Cecil. Warm you up a little?" he slid his arms back up, then slowly down Cecil's thighs to his knees.

You: "Up here, too?" Cecil reached over and pointed to his sides, and then his hand froze. "Well, uh, just everywhere, too, I guess."

Stranger: "I can do 'everywhere.'" Carlos rose up to his feet, letting go of Cecil only to push off the bed. "Here, lay down." he traced his hands over Cecil's sides, one slid over the small swell of stomach, stopping before his pubic mound and moving back up.

You: Cecil did as he was told, and laid down with his eyes closed. He let Carlos's hands come as a surprise, and whenever he touched an especially sensitive spot, Cecil arched into the touch, letting out soft sighs.

Stranger: Carlos smiled, not quite massaging, but gently rubbing all over Cecil. As he went, Carlos mumbled soft affirmations and compliments, eager to bring Cecil down.

You: It took a few moments, but eventually Cecil reached up and took a hold of Carlos's arm, opening his eyes. "I want to keep going," he said, almost hushed as if he was embarrassed.

Stranger: Carlos was startled by the touch, but eased into a soft smile. "Good boy, okay." He started to move back to his knees, then froze. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? We don't have to have sex, if you just want to relax."

You: "Carlos, I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my entire life." Cecil spread his legs enticingly, as if to prove his point. "I promise I want this."

Stranger: "I- okay." Carlos felt his face burn. "Okay, I just needed to check." He kept a steadying hand on the bed as he moved down to kneel again, smiling up at Cecil. "May I suck your dick, then?"

You: Cecil hummed, and reached down to threat a hand through that perfect hair. "I've never wanted anything more."

Stranger: That was all the instruction he needed. Carlos leaned in and slid his mouth over Cecil's clit, sucking softly. His nose was pressed up against him, the soft clean smell of hardly-damp skin.

You: Cecil instantly melted. He let out a high pitched moan, which he would've been embarrassed of if he wasn't so desperate. Everything seemed to fit into place in this moment, and he knew it was only going to get better from here.

Stranger: Carlos kept one hand on Cecil's thigh, rubbing gently and keeping that grounding contact for Cecil as he sucked at his length. His other hand came up and traced over Cecil's entrance, one finger even dipping down over his ass.

You: Cecil moaned, and let his back arch just slightly. He resisted the urge to roll his hips as encouragement, and tried to just stay relaxed.

Stranger: Carlos smiled as much as he could with a dick in his mouth and pushed his index finger into Cecil's entrance, groaning at the heat he found there.

You: The noise sent vibrations through Cecil and he gasped softly, gripping Carlos's hair only a little tighter, as if to urge him on.

Stranger: Carlos' finger started to stroke slowly inside of Cecil and he kept his mouth in place, peeking up to watch Cecil's face as he ran his tongue up and over his length.

You: Cecil had been watching Carlos work, and when he saw his eyes meet his, he looked away. His face flushed, and he brought a hand up to half cover his face.

Stranger: That made Carlos laugh quiet against Cecil's skin. He pulled off to kiss and nip at his thigh. "You're still feeling good, Cece?"

You: Cecil nodded, letting go of Carlos's hair to run his fingers through it instead. "It's really good. You're so good at this."

Stranger: "Thank you, I love to do it." Carlos smiled and pressed another soft kiss to Cecil's thigh before moving back in, sucking at his length.

You: Cecil moaned softly, and he resumed his grip on Carlos's hair. He silently promised himself not to look away if Carlos looked up at him.

Stranger: Despite there not being much to work with, Carlos bobbed his head, moaning heartily. his hand not within Cecil squeezed his thigh, reassuring and present as he could be.

You: Cecil was quick to reach the edge again, and soon he was panting and moaning, quietly begging Carlos to finish him off.

Stranger: Carlos' free hand reached up and took Cecil by his as he sucked a touch harder, tongue working Cecil over and slipping a second finger inside to try and bring him to a speedy climax.

You: When Cecil came, he held tight onto Carlos's hair and his back arched gracefully, moaning Carlos's name loudly and uncaringly.

Stranger: Carlos stayed in place, stilling until he felt Cecil stop moving around him. He slid his fingers out and mouth off, cleaning off the digits with his tongue and sitting back on the floor. "You're such a good boy for me, Cecil."

You: Cecil hummed softly and gestured for Carlos to join him on the bed. His eyes were drooped and his smile was lazy, and he panted softly as he came down from the aftershocks. "Am I?"

Stranger: "You /are!"/ Carlos hummed happily and pushed himself up onto the bed, holding out his hands to Cecil. "You did such a good job."

You: Cecil took Carlos's hands in his, sighing softly at the praise. "Thank you. It was nice." One of his hands moved down and he grazed his finger along Carlos's hip. "Do you want me to...?"

Stranger: Carlos' tongue traced slow over his lips. "Oh, you really don't have to tonight, I don't want you doing it unless you're sure."

You: "If you're sure... We could lay down and do something, even." Cecil turned on the bed to rest his head on the pillows. "Or I could watch you."

Stranger: With an easy smile, Carlos pulled Cecil into his arms, "I don't even want to cum, just cuddle you."

You: "If you insist." Cecil pressed his cheek to Carlos's chest. "Thanks for helping, though. It's been a rough day."

Stranger: "I love you." Carlos muttered. "And I want to keep you safe and happy and close to me."

You: "I love you too, and I'm all those things right now."

Stranger: Carlos kissed Cecil's forehead. "Stay home from work tomorrow? Have you got a sick day?"

You: Cecil wrapped an arm around Carlos's middle. "Gosh, I dunno... It's hard to get days off, what with Station Management eating the last intern that got sick even though I didn't see any mouths involved, but.. I can try."

Stranger: "I think we should just watch a movie and cuddle." he mumbled against Cecil's skin,still pressed in a half-kiss.

You: Cecil nodded, laughing to himself at the faint purse in Carlos's voice. "As long as I get to pick."